A Tribute to Isis Isis Dewey Born January 8, 1997 Died November 12, 2001 >Isis, My Little Sweetheart... Tuesday, November 13, 2001 Try as I might, good news is harder and harder to come by these days.... I lost a very dear friend last evening. For two and a half years at the shelter I worked with her and worked with her. I never gave up. She came home with me when I left there last year. I continued to work with her. Three months ago, she crashed with chronic renal failure. The days that followed, she fought to hang on. It was then and only then that she blossomed... like a rose on a beautiful spring day. My Isis, my sweetheart. She started sleeping near me at night, curling up on my lap as I worked at the computer or read the paper or watched TV. She would sometimes run to the door to greet me when I came home. She would follow me from room to room just waiting for me to light somewhere so she could climb up on my lap. I knew at out first meeting back in 1998 that she had love to give. I just didn't know the extent of it until August of 2001. It was if a spell was lifted from her and the love and affection of a thousand cats had suddenly surfaced from within. From that point on my Isis would insist I kiss her and "groom" her head. She purred up a storm the moment my lips touched her. She loved to be combed and she'd let me know what it was she wanted. We could communicate without speaking or even body language. I deeply love all our cats, but never before have I experienced such a bond. It wasn't me, though. The power and energy came from her. Simply amazing, my little sweetheart, Isis. During the course of the past 3 months Isis had been holding her own. While not gaining weight, she was eating, drinking and playing -- and very alert. Her weight hovered between three and four pounds the whole time in spite of her fluid therapy and vitamins and a good appetite. She looked (and acted!) like a young kitten. Over this past weekend, however, she dropped below three pounds. Sunday she was eating and drinking on her own. Sunday night she slept on top of me for most of the night -- something she had never done before. Come Monday, and things changed. Just that quickly, she had lost her `bounce'... and that sparkle in her eye. We spent the entire day Monday together and again, she stuck to me like glue. By late in the day she could barely walk, she hadn't eaten or had any water. I picked her up to place her in the litter box to see if she needed to go... she stumbled out and -- as if in slow motion -- fell over on her side and gently looked up at me. Her eyes said what her lips couldn't. "It's time," she said. A little after 6pm on the 12th day of November, 2001 -- with Debbie and me at her side -- Isis was relieved of her pain and set free from the constraints of the failed kidneys and weak, thinning body. In Egyptian mythology Isis was the Goddess of Immortality. She is indeed immortal, for the love and the bond we shared will live on and on and on throughout eternity. Her spirit and very being is free to spread that love, now. I take this opportunity now to renew my commitment to the animals and my quest for a better world for them all. I also take this moment to say how much I sincerely appreciate the friends and family that I have. In Isis' honor, I do this. On this sad day a gift from Heaven appeared. At our back door, a scared and hungry little kitty emerged from darkness of the early morning. It was no coincidence that he suddenly surfaced the day Isis leaves us. We know he was sent by Isis to carry on her legacy. His name is Horus, son of Isis. As we deal with such a great loss, this new little guy brings love and hope... the love and hope that was of Isis -- now channeled through our newest addition to the family: Horus. Love & Peace to All. Let me call you Sweetheart I'm in love with you. Let me hear you whisper that you love me too. Keep the lovelight glowing in your eyes so true Let me call you Sweetheart I'm in love with you! I am dreaming, dear, of you Day by day Dreaming when the skies are blue, When they're gray; When the silv'ry moonlight gleams, Still I wander on in dreams In a land of love, it seems Just with you.... Let me call you Sweetheart I'm in love with you. Let me hear you whisper that you love me too. Keep the lovelight glowing in your eyes so true Let me call you Sweetheart I'm in love with you! Our Angels are now at Rush Inter Pet Cemetery Back to Homepage
Tuesday, November 13, 2001
Try as I might, good news is harder and harder to come by these days....
I lost a very dear friend last evening. For two and a half years at the shelter I worked with her and worked with her. I never gave up. She came home with me when I left there last year. I continued to work with her. Three months ago, she crashed with chronic renal failure. The days that followed, she fought to hang on. It was then and only then that she blossomed... like a rose on a beautiful spring day. My Isis, my sweetheart. She started sleeping near me at night, curling up on my lap as I worked at the computer or read the paper or watched TV. She would sometimes run to the door to greet me when I came home. She would follow me from room to room just waiting for me to light somewhere so she could climb up on my lap.
I knew at out first meeting back in 1998 that she had love to give. I just didn't know the extent of it until August of 2001. It was if a spell was lifted from her and the love and affection of a thousand cats had suddenly surfaced from within. From that point on my Isis would insist I kiss her and "groom" her head. She purred up a storm the moment my lips touched her. She loved to be combed and she'd let me know what it was she wanted. We could communicate without speaking or even body language. I deeply love all our cats, but never before have I experienced such a bond. It wasn't me, though. The power and energy came from her. Simply amazing, my little sweetheart, Isis.
During the course of the past 3 months Isis had been holding her own. While not gaining weight, she was eating, drinking and playing -- and very alert. Her weight hovered between three and four pounds the whole time in spite of her fluid therapy and vitamins and a good appetite. She looked (and acted!) like a young kitten. Over this past weekend, however, she dropped below three pounds. Sunday she was eating and drinking on her own. Sunday night she slept on top of me for most of the night -- something she had never done before. Come Monday, and things changed. Just that quickly, she had lost her `bounce'... and that sparkle in her eye. We spent the entire day Monday together and again, she stuck to me like glue. By late in the day she could barely walk, she hadn't eaten or had any water. I picked her up to place her in the litter box to see if she needed to go... she stumbled out and -- as if in slow motion -- fell over on her side and gently looked up at me. Her eyes said what her lips couldn't. "It's time," she said.
A little after 6pm on the 12th day of November, 2001 -- with Debbie and me at her side -- Isis was relieved of her pain and set free from the constraints of the failed kidneys and weak, thinning body. In Egyptian mythology Isis was the Goddess of Immortality. She is indeed immortal, for the love and the bond we shared will live on and on and on throughout eternity. Her spirit and very being is free to spread that love, now. I take this opportunity now to renew my commitment to the animals and my quest for a better world for them all. I also take this moment to say how much I sincerely appreciate the friends and family that I have. In Isis' honor, I do this.
On this sad day a gift from Heaven appeared. At our back door, a scared and hungry little kitty emerged from darkness of the early morning. It was no coincidence that he suddenly surfaced the day Isis leaves us. We know he was sent by Isis to carry on her legacy. His name is Horus, son of Isis. As we deal with such a great loss, this new little guy brings love and hope... the love and hope that was of Isis -- now channeled through our newest addition to the family: Horus.
Love & Peace to All.